A few simple words about the past.
& leaving it.
Category: Poetry & Prose
Friday Prose: Spilling Secrets
This is a short piece of prose about a secret love.
Poetry Friday: Old love
“Write hard and clear about what hurts”
Ernest Hemingway
This poem is about an ancient love. A love that I only needed to remember.
Poetry Friday: Bloom
“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
Robert Frost
I would like to share with you some of my poetry & prose every friday. I have always loved poetry, and it has felt so good to have gotten back into it this year.
Poetry is the language of my heart.
This one needs no explanation